Thoughts On Life
How do we forgive ourselves
for events beyond our control?
How do we come to grips with
what is beyond our grasp?
As I write, I Know these questions
will keep me up all night...
contemplating these and the others
of life's great mysteries...
if only we could remember
those times beyond memory
(than it would it all make sense,
it would all
be so easy)
whether I'm approaching the beginning
of life, or the end, to me it makes no difference
I'm just eagerly anticipating
what's next to come
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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Night Poem
How do we forgive ourselves
for events beyond our control?
How do we come to grips with
what is beyond our grasp?
As I write, I know these questions
will keep me up all night,
contemplating these and the other
great mysteries of life...
if only we could remember
those times beyond memory
(than it would it all make sense,
it would all
be so easy)
whether I'm approaching the beginning
of life, or the end, to me it makes no difference
I'm just eagerly anticipating
what's next to come
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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The Remembrance
When things are down
And you are out of your mind
Remember just remember
Allah is The Kind.
When your life is in darkness
And nothing is right
Remember just remember
Through the darkness, Allah is The Light.
When nothing makes sense
And you're heading for demise
Remember just remember
It doesn’t make sense, but Allah is The Wise.
When times are troubled
And no one seems to care
Remember just remember
Allah won’t hurt you, He is The Fair.
When your heart is breaking
And your pain makes you fall
Remember just remember
Allah Sees it all.
When you are weak
And the road seems long
Remember just remember
Seek strength from The Strong.
When life is a burden
And everything is unstable
Remember just remember
Allah is The Able.
When the way is cloudy
And there is no one by your side
Remember just remember
Allah is The Only Guide.
When no one wants to listen
Nor is willing to lend an ear
Remember just remember
Allah is always ready to hear.
When you are poor and penniless
And you are stuck in a niche
Remember just remember
Allah is The Rich.
When you are down in your misery
And there is nowhere to run
Remember just remember
You can always run to The One.
And when your wounds are hurting
And your heart is in fear
Remember just remember
Allah is really here.
poem by Nazmul Haque
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Speeeeeech!
does it make difference you speak in front of many people or alone
does it make difference you speech in historic place or in your toilet
does it make difference you are charismatic leader or unknown beggar from streetside
it makes difference you speak to clash conflict or for better world
it makes difference you speech bonded by past or to move forward
it makes difference you depend by fact or just soap service
does it make difference you read from text or speak fluently
does it make difference you speech in busy market or deserted mountain
does it make difference you write words yourself or scrap it from books and paper
it makes difference everybody exitedly listens or sleeps peacefully on their seats
it makes difference you have freedom to speak or prisoned by intimidation
it makes difference it gives effect or just a long boring speech
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Suppose to be
Do you remember
the way life used to be?
Running the streets
yes we were so free?
I remember the things we used to say
Up all night and sleep all day
just thinking about it make my life complete
The times were fun and life was sweet.
Do you remember the way life used to be?
Up all night and sleep all day.
Just yesterday you say you never go away.
What I would do to just to see you today.
Do you remember the way life used to be?
Up all night and sleep all day.
But I am happy to say that my life is better without so much play.....
But I don't regret my past and my youthful days..........
Do you remember the way life used to be?
Up all night and sleep all day.
poem by Sita Cabrera
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What is the difference between....?
What is the difference between black and white?
What is the difference between day and night?
What is the difference between love and hate?
What is the difference between a woman and a mate?
The answers seem to be so easy
as the difference between to be free and to be busy.
But! Can you tell me the difference between a lie and a truth?
Can you tell me the difference between old age and youth?
Will you tell me the difference between a grant and a sob?
If you don’t know this difference you can flop.
I would like to know the difference between wrong and right,
I would like to know the difference between a war and a fight.
If you know the answers please, write.
It will be interesting to know your opinion,
And may be I will find it to be brilliant.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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If You Ever Remember
If you ever remember
That I was the first
To love you with great passion...
If you ever remember
That I cried so many times
Whenever I saw you going away...
If you ever remember
That I only offered you
Just possible things...
If you ever remember
Not what I had, but
What I was and still am...
If ever remember
That in life's pathway
I have placed my hope only on you...
If you ever remember
The many times I explored
Your softened body with my hands...
Then...
You shall know that
Nobody has taken your place
Within my now tormented heart...
COPY WRITE©2009
poem by Romeo Della Valle
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Please take another vow dear
i have given all your need, i have shared what i have in my life
i prostate myself and swear to God and men to love you tell
beyond death, it is a promise. a covenant. a vow that leads
my life to complete my direction of destiny
giving is just a thing to forget, sharing is but a thing to be taken
loving is something that unite our hearts, it is ochastrated in
our soul, beyond a sounding joy of enchantment in heaven
a threshold to remember, and never be to be closed, a memory of
thy soul that life we taste is abode of expactacular miracle beauty,
a lingering happiness, where an endless joy stay
rejoice my dear, all makes the best for everything, a mirror of what
is life should be, a beginning that always wait for a happy ending,
where all has to continue life in an transcendental process of living
our own life
happiness conquer death, its the beginning of an endless birth of
a new life, and pain is eminent to accept, for seeing with
nothing to feel, my soul leaves but the heart i give lives in your
heart
in your solitude, as you stay, please take another vow, for only you
felt the vacuum cause by my pain, let your heart be strong, and live
life to where you belong
as i go, remember that my heart is only for you, and make the best
to live life, for you and the vow you say ' I do', i may be gone but i
live in your memory that their is only someone that.....loves.......
you most
poem by Antonio Liao
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In The Grips Of Tough Times
In the grips of tough times,
It's hard to hold back...
From gritting on teeth.
It's even more difficult to be real nice...
To someone seeing life,
Sugared and spiced.
In the grips of tough times,
Childish minds can much annoy.
And giving this attention can cause a big riff,
When an immaturity is involved in it.
In the grips of tough times,
It takes a lot to find peace of mind.
But if it means leaving petty scenes,
Don't waste a dime or the time leaving this behind.
In the grips of tough times,
It's hard to hold back...
From gritting on teeth.
It's even more difficult to be real nice...
To someone seeing life,
Sugared and spiced.
In the grips of tough times,
Don't be seduced to play the fool somebody uses.
No!
In the grips of tough times,
Don't be seduced to play the fool somebody uses.
No!
In the grips of tough times,
Don't be seduced to play the fool somebody uses.
Don't be seduced to play the fool somebody uses.
No!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Understanding me
i never really understood,
why my childhood was blank,
why i just couldn't remember it,
who would want to remember it?
pain, covered with more pain,
yeah there was love and hugs,
but everything get clouded,
nothing makes sense,
no matter how much love,
i was shown as a child,
it still don't take,
all of the bad memories,
filled with hate, shame, and anger,
i do things that are not me,
at first i couldn't tell you why,
but as it all start to make sense to me,
it's all pointing to the two events in my life,
it what changed me to see man,
as just sick animals,
it changed me to think,
my body was only good for,
just sex nothing more,
it's what is planted in your head,
like a posionious seed,
that should be rejected from the earth,
but instead it gets trapped,
being something,
it just don't want to be,
until it dries up and die,
sometimes it feels like all live is,
a place with just pain,
some good comes,
but only a few times,
most of all,
most things just lead to heartbreak,
after a while.
poem by Mona Martinez
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It makes sense
When controversy surrounds
and things blow out of proportion
remember,
that tranquility still makes sense
When tension surrounds
and mind gets exhausted
remember,
that patience still makes sense
When mystery surrounds
and logic takes a backseat
remember,
that reality still makes sense
When laughter surrounds
and the vox gets too loud
remember,
that silence still makes sense
When darkness surrounds
and the heart gets out of rhythm
remember,
that hope still makes sense
poem by Deependra Kumar Jha
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Remember The Good Times
Good times bad times
Bad times good times
We were twisting Chubby Checker style
In a roaring sixties summer night
We walked the moon and we were free
When Jimi played guitar
We shared a dream with Martin Luther King
We saw J.F.K. in West Berlin
When he spoke those famous words that day
Our world was not the same
Remember the good times
Remember the bad times
Remembering my life, your life
Let the film just roll
We were lost in shock, the world was doomed
Nikita hit us with a shoe
We watched the world go upside down
When the Kennedys got shot
We were screaming when the world was fab
We had Rock 'n' Roll invade our hearts
We had Elvis, Janis, Marilyn
And hair, to let it grow
Remember the good times
Remember the bad times
Remembering my life, your life
Let the film just roll
Remember the good times
Remember the bad times
Remembering my life, your life
We're still standing after all
Back in the cold war
Our hearts were warm
Just because sex was free
In the summer of love
Remember the good times
Remember the bad times
Remembering my life, your life
Let the film just roll
Remember the good times
Remember the bad times
Remembering my life, your life
We're still standing after all
Good times bad times
Bad times good times
Im still standing
Let the film just roll
I'm still standing
We're still standing after all
song performed by by Scorpions
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I dare you Adult content
I can recall quite vividly
the day I solved the mystery.
How girls and boys were different
. We were so young and innocent.
Our youthful curiosity
was satisfied quite easily.
She showed me hers. I showed her mine
Noting the different design.
We were too young and innocent
to understand quite what it meant.
Why she was different from me
it made no sense that we could see.
Until later years when we
were fast approaching puberty
Our bodies underwent great change
as hormones tried to rearrange
and reinforce the difference
The things began to make more sense.
We’d left our childhood days behind
and we were struggling to find.
A new sense of identity
which would provide stability
Though we were hovering in between
what we were now and what we’d been.
We settled down eventually
and we were ready physically
To fall in with Dame Nature’s plan
Unaltered since the world began.
I must confess when first I tried
it left us both unsatisfied
I was too quick she was too slow
there was so much we didn’t know.
Practice makes perfect so they say
and so we practiced every day
and learned to bless the difference.
We realised it made good sense.
That boys and girls were different
If this was sin I won’t repent.
Although the priesthood say I must
It was not simply down to lust.
To us it was a learning curve
apprenticeship we had to serve.
I still recall it vividly
a not too painful memory.
4-Apr-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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C.P.K.
I remember the way when we used to play
All our troubles seemed so far away
That was when I lived from day to day
Do you remember the times
When all on our minds
Was having fun
And catching a buzz
That was life for you and for me
Oh oh oh I want it back
Oh oh oh I want it back, now
I've got my life to live
Looking back now at all of my friends
And asking myself why these times had to end
Well, I'm older now than I was then
And it makes no sense to try and deny it
There's no use to try and defy it
That's the way life goes for you and for me
Oh oh oh I want it back
Oh oh oh I want it back, now
I've got my life to live
Hey
Oh oh oh I want it back
Oh oh oh I want it back, now
I've got my life to live
Right now, right now, right now
song performed by by Unwritten Law
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Life Makes No Sense
life makes no sense,
some days i wished it did,
so i wouldn't have to say,
'life sucks'
time to time,
i try and see the good,
it just how?
i mean why?
life is unfair,
i'm waiting for it,
just to get better,
but, it start to seem impossible,
life never what it seems,
people not what they seem,
life makes no sense,
it filled with ups and downs,
are we suppose to learn?
what is the message from god?
to be everything you can?
no matter how unfair he makes it?
we just have to fight to get through?
our life we suppose to live,
day after day?
because life to me,
just don't make no sense.
4-9-09
poem by Mona Martinez
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Devotion (song/poem)
Picked up a four leaf clover
and held it in my hand
I thought about times gone by
Getting to from where I began
I head down long tattered road
Lost and worn for wear
I wonder what shall great when
I ever make it there
When I go home
Will I remember you?
When I go home
Will a memory linger too?
When I go home
Will I know your name?
At one journey's end another beginning
So similar, yet not quite the same
I wonder if true love ever
will truly strike me twice?
Like lightning in a bottle
Zooms past quickly and forever out.of.sight.
Who will be there to hold my hand
On the long journey home?
Though apart we are together
and never quite alone.
When I go home
Will I remember you?
When I go home
Will a memory linger too?
When I go home
Will I know your name?
At one journey's end another beginning
So similar, yet not quite the same
poem by Kristen Brown
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Easy and Difficult
Easy and Difficult
Easy to get a place in someone’s address book
Difficult is to get a place in someone’s heart
Easy is to judge the mistakes of others
Difficult is to recognize our own mistakes
Easy is to talk without thinking
Difficult is to control the tongue
Easy is to hurt someone who loves us
Difficult is to heal the wound
Easy is to forgive others
Difficult is to ask for forgiveness
Easy is to set rules
Difficult is to follow them
Easy is to dream every night
Difficult is to fight for a dream
Easy is to show victory
Difficult is to accommodate defeat with dignity
Easy is to admire a full moon
Difficult is to see the other side
Easy is to stumble on a stone
Difficult is to get up
Easy is to enjoy life every day
Difficult is to give its real value
Easy is to pray every night
Difficult is to find God in small things
Easy is to promise something to someone
Difficult is to fulfill the promise
Easy is to say we love
Difficult is to show it every day
Easy is to criticize others
Difficult is to improve oneself
Easy is to make mistakes
Difficult is to learn from them
Easy is to weep for lost love
Difficult is to take care of it so as not to lose it
Easy is to think about improving
Difficult is to stop thinking and putting it into action
Easy is to think bad of others
Difficult is to give them the benefit of doubt
Easy is to receive
Difficult is to give
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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What A Difference Youve Made
What a difference youve made in my life.
What a difference youve made in my life.
Youre my sunshine day and night.
Oh, what a difference youve made
In my life.
What a change you have made in my heart.
What a change you have made in my heart.
You replaced all the broken parts.
Oh, what a change you have made
In my heart.
Love to me was just a word in a song
That had been way overused.
But you gave love a meaning,
So I joined in the singing,
Thats why I wanna spread the news.
What a difference youve made in my life.
What a difference youve made in my life.
Youre my sunshine day and night.
Oh, what a difference youve made,
(what a difference youve made,)
What a difference youve made in my life.
What a difference youve made in my life.
What a difference youve made in my life.
Youre my sunshine day and night.
What a difference youve made.
(what a difference youve made in my life.)
What a difference youve made in my life.
(what a difference youve made in my life.)
Difference youve made in my life.
(youre my sunshine day and night.)
What a difference youve made.
(what a difference youve made in my life.)
Difference youve made in my life.
(difference youve made in my life.)
Youre my sunshine day and night.
What a difference youve made.
(what a difference youve made in my life.)
Youve made a difference in me.
(what a difference youve made in my life.)
Youve made a change in my life.
Youre my sunshine day and night.
song performed by by Amy Grant
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Ongoing Process.
Three quarters of a century.
Recorded in my memory.
Experience that made me, me.
A complete life times history.
Of all I've heard and all I've seen.
Recorded in my memory.
What I have done and where I've been.
A complete life times history.
I can look forward eagerly.
A quarter of a century.
To reaching my centenary.
Recorded automatically.
And stored within my memory.
Accessible only to me.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Writing Is Like A Diet
It is not easy to write.
Even if one likes it...
Writing is like a challenge.
An obstacle to face.
And when confronted,
To make use of it...
A discipline applied,
Is what it takes!
It is not easy to write.
Even if one likes it.
Those who do may not sleep,
At night.
Or discover they have lost an appetite.
Writing is like a diet.
And accepting it becomes a way of life.
Those who ask how writing is done...
Usually have no idea,
Of what they must overcome.
Some believe writing is nothing but fun.
But those committed...
Know writing is more like a spouse,
That can be quiet as a mouse.
Then at other times a shouting occurs...
Heard from the inside,
With a wish to come out!
Writing is like a diet.
And accepting it becomes a way of life.
It is not easy to write.
Even if one likes it!
Writing is like a challenge.
An obstacle to face.
And when confronted,
To make use of it...
A discipline applied,
Is what it takes!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Death Cannot Take (For Brian Smith)
Death parts us, and as we deal with loss
We try to scrape together the bits and pieces
That bound us together in life’s jetsam and floss
Things that touched us, the additions, the increases
The laughter, the wisdom, the passion, the love
That made even the darkest days brighter
That clarified and increased the quality of
Life and life’s mysteries and we try to anchor
With firm memory what death tries to end
To make sense of the senseless, to order this chaos,
To preserve what we gained, to keep, to append
To push back against the overwhelming sense of loss
Death only hurts where love lives
Death cannot take what love’s memory gives
© 2011 Forrest Hainline
poem by Forrest Hainline
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